Behind the Curtain of pussy spreading: Hidden Pleasures

Between floors, the elevator halts in pussy spreading. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, pussy spreading,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “pussy spreading, watch pussy spreading come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “pussy spreading, faster, pussy spreading!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “pussy spreading, pussy spreading, fuck, pussy spreading!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”